A very short work of fiction for you.

Billy Bob Bigrigger was driving his eighteen wheeler through the Montana countryside when nature called- the kind of deal where you need a seat. As luck would have it, a rest area appeared on the trail a few miles later. It was way out in the country, so it was not the most modern place, but Billy Bob figured it would handle the job. A thought occurred to him. Who serviced these extremely rural rest areas? They must have to drive a long way.

Without a second thought, Billy Bob grabbed the romance novel he'd been reading and went into the men's room. There was only one stall with the sit down variety of toilet, but Billy Bob was the only one there and it was unoccupied. After finishing his business he then noticed something that made his heart sink. There was no toilet paper in the stall. After a few moments of panic he thought of a solution. He was half way finished with the romance novel.